0 comments/ 20897 views/ 0 favorites Jackpot By: denis hale Ricky had sworn off gambling, scores of times though no resolution had ever stuck. With a marriage and a mortgage already in the wind because of his addiction to slot machines, you’d think this young man would have learned his lesson already. But he’d be the first to ‘fess up' that, next to sex, nothing got him off like a long, smoking run on the tables down at the Vegas strip, or the video poker machines you could find literally everywhere you looked in his home town of Reno/Tahoe. After a long but particularly profitable day in the Bay Area selling printed circuit boards for a Play Station affiliate, Ricky stopped off at a 7 Eleven to pick up a half rack of Amstel and some Camels before heading home. He was almost out the double doors and into the cool breeze of the early evening when he halted, at the little alcove behind the ATM and magazine rack, where the slot machines were set up, just like coin booths in a fuck shop with reclining vinyl chairs and semi privacy for every player. He stood there for a second; five or six c-notes burning a man-size hole in his 501 pockets. “Fuck it, he said suddenly, and stepped through with an exhalation of purpose, to find himself a free screen. He saw her almost immediately, sitting at the second-to-last machine on his right, a young green-eyed honey-blonde, pretty lip corners twisted with the intent she focused on her game. This was a look Ricky knew by heart-- the mercurial intensity no inveterate gambler could ever hope to disguise. And did this bode well, or ill? Superstition spinning off the sweet close smell of point-blank snatch? Impossible to tell, thought Rick, only certain of the fact that she was simply a stone hottie, who certainly seemed to share his disease-- her young hands with the topaz and turquoise adornments on deft fingers lightly tapping the slot buttons... enough to make his dick hard just staring at those hands, as he took an empty seat at the machine directly across from her. It quickly became clear to Ricky that this sweet young thing was going to be a serious distraction indeed, albeit a pleasant one. She tapped black leather pumps impatiently on the linoleum, and insolently chewed a piece of bubble gum, occasionally making it pop, blowing bubbles like erect nipples rising through clenched white teeth. Her black lace pullover, unbuttoned down to tan midriff, pulled and tugged against her slim muscular torso and gorgeous tits. The gray skirt that rode right up to her ass crease, showed off long legs that kept crossing and recrossing themselves. He groaned, breathed through his nose and tried not to stare. He was already down $270, and really needed to focus. He just couldn’t keep from looking her over, though, at one point doing a double take as she blew wisps of flaxen locks from her forehead, chewed on her lower lip and muttered little endearments alternating with obscenities at the machine that was clearly vexing her. Ricky’s sidelong glance turned to a full on slack jawed stare, which she quickly busted him on, then glared right back. “Catchin’ flies?” she hissed , putting those beautiful hands on her scant-clad hips: “Take a fuckin’ picture why dontcha, it’ll last longer…. Jerk“” Rick looked away, properly chastised, mumbling “Sorry” as he shoved another c note in the video poker machine’s greedy-tongue-like bill sucker. “Hmmmm’, he hummed softly to himself, pretty sure that, although dissed, he’d detected the vaguest hint of a smirk on that beautiful face, through veiled mini-tantrum and feigned scorn. Hadn’t he? Seen that look? Yes, he was sure of it. “Luck,” he whispered. “Oh luck be a fucking slut tonight!!” He shifted his prickling sweaty ass in the seat, sighed softly, and pushed the button to deal another hand. ********************** Ricky swallowed hard, switching games on his machine-- from Deuces Wild, back to Jacks or Better, Aces Bonus, Joker Poker. If he lost this last hundred, he’d have no choice but to belly up to the ATM in the corner, like the degenerate gambler he was; but he wasn’t going there. No way-- he’d lose face with this beautiful blonde across the aisle and that would hurt more than losing money. His pulse quickened as he caught another glimpse of her out the corner of his eye. She dragged on a Dunhill, her mouth locked in a perfect jaw pumping “OH’ to blow a succession of smoke rings across the aisle that settled on him like her scent when he’d first seen her. “Damn,” he muttered, raising his bet to the maximum the machine could take-- $25 a hand. “God DAMN, man…..” Seconds later it happened, so fast that it took a triple-take from a low-whistling Rick for the reality to even register. He gaped at the screen. It had dealt him a natural Royal Flush, in the suit of hearts. The machine began to shake, and noises came out of it like little air raid sirens in a blitzkrieg. Now, across the aisle, it was the knockout babe’s turn, to stare long and hard at him. “You lucky fucker,” she said in a falsetto tennage phone sex kind of voice. The 7 Eleven clerk, flanked by two burly security guards, brought Rick’s payout in a shiny black vinyl valise with a little zippered slit down the middle, half open for him to dig in there and count his winnings. There was twenty-two grand in there, a fat progressive jackpot nobody at the store had hit for months. Rick had to run his tongue on trembling fingertips to properly flick through the thick stacks of crisp bills. The girl continued to stare at him as he did this. Everybody in there, in fact, was watching him now. Rick motioned for the clerk, whispered some instructions for him with a little handshake that held twelve hundred dollar bills for the kid to hustle up and do his bidding. The clerk quickly spread some of this green all around the store, greasing palms to clear the place out; then he stuck the Back-in-a-Half-Hour clock sign on locked front double doors, and made himself scarce through the Employees Only back archway. Rick had bought some spendy-but-worth-it quality time with this dick-magnet babe who took his breath away so badly he could barely stammer out his opening gambit-line: L... Look I dunno maybe it’s like... just me but I… I like to, um, like reward people who bring me luck. You know? How would you, um, like feel about that?” He held the massive wad, at least half of what was in the valise, out to her like a smitten schoolkid putting a shiny apple on the teacher’s desk. Ricky held his breath, and waited. She rose slowly from her stool, swayed over in two steps, and was up in his face, the smell of her sex making Rick swoon. One of her silky hands slipped between his jeans, fingernail flicking a zig zag pattern between his ass cheeks and inner thighs. Her other hand tugged at his baseball cap to bring his blushing ear down to her hot mouth. “Don’t play games with me,” she whispered. “You better wise up quick, or I’ll take your money all right, and then leave you here to fuck your own fist... Or maybe that kid in the back who’s watching us right know on his little camera.” She slapped Ricky’s ass roughly, then grabbed his nut sack through the bulging denim and squeezed. “Is that what you want?” she demanded, her tongue dancing between his earlobe and nape of neck. “Huh? Is it?” Ricky gulped, and shook his head like a damp, shivering dog, his blue eyes wide as saucers, heart tattooing a heavy metal riff in heaving chest. This sweet little slut was making Ricky forget all about the money he’d won. She told him her name was Claire, and that if he made no more mention of money, his luck might just hold out with her. ******************** She ripped his button fly open, and yanked his jeans and briefs down around his ankles. Ricky’s eyes were closed, and he clutched at Claire’s luscious long hair as she leisurely licked the underside of his slender prick standing straight up at attention just for her. One of her hands cupped his ass, while the other kneaded the sweaty tender area of his red pubic patch. Then her tongue worked down deeper, slithering and stabbing between his aching balls, on to the very base of his twitching nut sack, and down, just inches from his anus. She lingered there twirling the tongue-tip in furious little concentric circles. Ricky groaned, and Claire answered him with a nasty shake of her head, as she lightly raked his prick with her fingernails, then fondled the entire shaft with a feather-light two hand grip. She came up for air long enough to lock sultry green eyes on his, hissing up at him: “This is what you wanted, from the first second you saw me.” She began jacking off his shuddering shaft slowly. “Huh baby? Can you beg me for it now? C’mon. Ask your whore for what you want.” Ricky’s voice spilled out, choked and husky. “Please. Please suck it. Suck that cock, please Claire!” Suddenly she nodded an enthusiastic reply by swallowing the pulsing purple head in one swoop, sucking hard at the tip, moving down to the dancing hilt an agonizing half-inch at a time. Ricky began to writhe and he clawed harder at Claire’s hair. He was making unintelligible yelping sounds, his cock buried at the very back of Claire’s throat-- her gag reflex sending a shiver of pre-cum electricity all up and down Rick’s spine. He tried to catch his breath and stumbled back into the wall, Claire crab-stepping right with him, seeming to anticipate his every reflex. He wondered how long he could hold back under her relentless cocksucking attack. Claire’s fingers drummed and rubbed on the underside of his dick just above the melded love nut. He bellowed: "Ohhhhhhh you fucking little biiiiiitch Jeeeeesuuuus, So Goooood!” Ricky’s fevered brain sang thoughts to him, ‘oh she’s amazing, fucking amazing God… Damn!’ He leaned against the wall, chin on chest, hurry-up hips fucking Claire’s sweet mouth where all the filthy words came from. “God“, he gasped, “you’re amazing…..” ********************* Claire continued to work her deep throat magic on Ricky’s swollen cock, making little gargling sounds as she watched him hump his hips hard into her face, fucking her beautiful mouth for all he was worth. She felt him shudder, and the cum quickened like a pulse under her fingers holding down the jism-chute junction between the balls and the base of his dick; she choked off the flow with her tongue, thumb and forefinger, pushing her other palm into his pubis, shaking her head as she choked on his cock. Suddenly she pulled her lips up and off his lovestick with a loud slurp and pop. From her knees she grinned up at him. “Not yet,” she murmured. Oh no, not yet baby.” She stood, and then bent right back down again to pick up the pile of money that had fallen to the floor. She made sure a gasping Rick got a zoom shot of her glistening pussy as she did this, then she got up on his slot machine chair-- her legs spread wide, little feet up on the armrests. Her forefinger curled and wiggled at Ricky in a beckoning gesture, as with her other hand she held the wad of bills down by her pussy like a Vegas dealer fanning a deck of cards. “Time to come and get it,” Claire said, “or should I say get it, and come!” Ricky proceeded to make the fastest muff-dive move of his life, creased tongue probing just inside her pussy lips, then widening and wiggling as he shoved the tongue right in, humming and enthusiastically nodding his head as he did so. Claire started moving her hips and moaning, caressing her own breasts with jeweled fingers. Ricky raised his midnight blue eyes and made sure they locked on hers, as he took one of the crisp c note corners and flicked, lightly but insistently, at her hot thrumming clit. He shoved the rest of the bill deep into her hole, finger fucking her Ben Franklin's bald bent head, until the bill became way too damp, and he pulled it out, only to replace it with another, and another. Now Claire really got into fast motion on the fuck seat, and the pile of money scattered all over, bills sliding and fluttering under her furious hips and Ricky’s lips giving her soaking pussy no rest. He felt her cunt clamp down on his three-finger fuck motion, in and out her box, and back again. He pinched her asshole with his other hand, and blew cool air against her clit. He felt Claire start to cum. She made a sound like an emergency siren in the city starting from far away, and getting closer, closer. That’s when he stood, and forced Claire by her hair forward on the seat, face toward the screen and knees on the armrests. He quickly slid himself under, and into the seat, so the beautiful arch of her ass slapped at his lap. Claire gripped the top corners of the video screen, beside herself. She couldn’t clamp her aching cunt down on Rick’s meat in the seat fast enough. “OOOOOHHHHHh!” she cried, as she rode him like a brahma bull cowgirl, and shrieked at the screen. Suddenly she reached down, grabbed Ricky’s wrists, and pulled his hands forward on the slot button play surface. She shouted in mid-climax-- “I CAN FEEL ANOTHER JACKPOT COMING ON, NOW BABY!” Her fingers interlocked in a desperate grip over his, moving them to the buttons that would again spin the slot reels. They pushed down together. Four Queens popped up, right off the bat. Ricky couldn’t hold back any longer. He grabbed a fistful of her sun-colored hair, leaned forward and grated his chin beard stubble on her neck. He groaned-- “Ohhhhhhhh that‘s it you fucking sweet slut biiiiiiitch!!!!” She answered his cries by clamping down with a loud smack of her ass on his hips, and Ricky released an electric torrent of love into Claire’s cunt with a great guttering gasp. Claire’s face remained pressed up against the screen, and their fingers still locked together, squeezing. Later, in his Allante with the top down taking her out to dinner, he glanced over with a shit-eating, pussy-whipped grin at her lovely profile in the passenger seat. With a riding partner this fine all the time, he thought, one might just be moved to give up the gambling, for good. Stranger things happen, all the time, they're happening. “You’re some major stroke of luck, girl,” he told her. She turned to him and smiled, raising one eyebrow like Spock the Star Trek Vulcan. “Bet on it, buster” she said. “You best bet on it. Jackpot They all arrived around the same time. The greedy s.o.b.s who had more money than they could use, but wanted more. They knew when to come and they came in droves. This particular casino did not stand alone. They stood united, with all the other casinos, in the way they function. Very rich people, paid handsome sums of cash to find out when the jackpot pay signals would be sent and to which machines. Poor sad sacs would lose every day, all day long, but when sitting at the right machine, at the right time, money would just pour into their hands. Soon people found out about this. Word spread, via many sources; the internet being one, close friendships being another. It attracted people with a nasty combination of greed and anticipation in their blood. The fee was hefty, and the secrecy was beyond stringent. Each person had a little book with the date, machine number and an approximate time the machine would pay off. It was a perfect time for feeding, Jasmine thought. It was a long holiday weekend and the casinos were full. Jasmine had her plan arranged ahead of time, for tonight she must eat. She admired the prey available tonight. Each slot machine had a person sitting transfixed in front of it. The promised pay signal is what they craved. They had paid richly to guarantee it. Jasime didn't care about money. Although, it was fun to spend. Being a human shape shifter had it's rewards, except for tonight's feeding. She hated this ritual. It made her uneasy. Tonight in particular Jasmine had a very uneasy feeling. Like every other year, she would need to decide if she would kill her prey, or spend the next year teaching and transforming him. He could look like anyone he desired. Being a betting woman, Jasmine decided to let fate decide. If he hit a jackpot, it would be certain death, if not, she would take him as her mate for the year and train him to enjoy an existence as a human shape shifter; a man who could assume any human identity he desired. Tonight she decided to be a stunning 22 year old, curvy blonde with Marilyn Monroe features, a tight skirt showing every curve, and voluptuous breasts that spilled out of her skimpy little see through lite purple blouse. A tight fitting white bomber jacket hid her gorgeous tits until the time was right. Jasmine strolled up and down the isles, watching the mesmerized gamers. She usually found her best prey at the dollar machines. Often they were rich, dressed in suits, and with handsome features. Jasmine was about to give up hope looking, when there he was. He had a twinkle in his eye. She pegged him for mid forties. He was very attractive and looked like he was well built and worked out often. Innocently, Jasmine sat beside him while inserting a 100 dollar bill into the machine. She idly wondered if he was a member of the millionaire club or just an innocent player trying his luck. She decided she would soon find out. The usual time for a scheduled jackpot win was anywhere within a half hour or so and usually around 11:30 pm. Was he an innocent gambler or a greedy little fuck who liked to prey on the weak gamblers and basically steal their opportunities? Little did he know it would be the difference between life or rebirth for him. She sat there smiling while admiring her mark. The anticipation was intoxicating. Jasmine adjusted her legs so her skirt rode up her long gorgeous thighs. She noticed her mark, glancing and smiling as she sat down at the slot machine beside him. He smelled good. So did she. Jasmine won right away, having picked one of the winning machines that everyone so eagerly paid to play. She jumped up excited grabbing a hold of the arm of her prey. Her see through blouse revealed his big, gorgeous breasts. They mesmerized the man beside her. He looked absolutely ravenous. Jasmine watched him lick his lips and squirm in his chair. She knew she was amazingly gorgeous and totally irresistible and she loved working it. Shyly, Jasmine sat down covering her amazing breasts with her jacket again and continued playing. " Sorry to have grabbed you like that," she said to the man. He smiled at her. "No problem," he said looking at her with a sparkle in his eye. They both noticed that neither of them had a ring on. They caught each other looking and grinned. "I'm Jack," he said. They held each other's hand for a lingering moment. She felt his electricity. He would get use to the idea of being a human shape shifter, perhaps even thank her for it, she thought; if that was the route that fate would take. While inserting another $20, Jasmine dropped the bill and leaned over in the handsome man's direction. Her jacket spread apart and revealing her luscious tits and rock hard nipples that presented themselves so ripe under her blouse. "Let me help you with that," Jack said. They both leaned into each other with their mouths inches away. They lingered seductively as if in a trance. She broke it off first sitting back up. Jasmine noticed his slot machine still hadn't won and was happy to treat him well and not torture him like her contempt made her do in previous years. " Follow me," she said. The sway of her seductive charms raged in full force. Like a lust filled fool he followed her and grabbed her hand. They rode the elevator in silence. Her room number was 3301. She took out her key and opened the door. Meanwhile, back at the casino an innocent player put a 20 dollar bill into the machine Jack had been playing and hit a ten thousand dollar jackpot. As they entered the room they stared at each other with lust discarding their clothes fast and furiously. Her tits was big and round like ripe melons with big delicious looking nipples. The rest of her body was so perfectly shaped Jack could start feeling the shift in his pants. Gawd, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to devour her every way possible, enjoying every wild thought and desire he'd ever imagined. Walking up to her, his sexy smile gone now he kissed her viciously and fiercely biting her bottom lip. Jasmine winced. It hurt. But it hurt in a good way. Okay she didn't figure him the type, what what the hell. Throwing her on the bed, Jack took off his pants and shoved his penis in Jasmine's mouth. Jasmine nearly choked from the shook of the ferocity of his manner. She sucked him as best as she could but he kept shoving his cock deeper and deeper, making her gag. She tried to move away but he grabbed her and held her in place forcefully, whispering, " C'mon baby make me cum. You make me so fucking horny." Before she knew it he was moaning and his hot sticky cum was spilling into her mouth, on her tits and in her hair. "Now to take care of you," Jack said. She moaned loudly when she suddenly felt his mouth eating her pussy, He licked and lapped, and then when finding her hot little button his tongue maneuvered skillfully in that direction; driving her wild with intense stimulation. Okay, she decided. He's not dangerous. He's just wild in bed. Jasmine allowed herself to the enjoy the skillful way he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. She rubbed his cum into her lusciously big tits making them glisten. She then grabbed his hair and rode his mouth wildly while he licked and licked. She closed her eyes and he shoved something thick and strong into her wet cunt while he continued to suck on her clit. Jack pulled it in and out. She bucked. Jasmine felt herself begin to feel dizzy. He kept fucking her with it. The blood poured out of her. She felt weak. Then, she passed out. Jack pulled the object he was fucking her with out and looked at it. The razor dildo did it's job well once again. The puddle of blood that poured from her pussy rendered her unconscious. Jack began feasting, starting with her tits. He needed to devour her completely before sunrise. His annual feed needed fulfilling. Too bad she won that jackpot. Jackpot Larry pulled a crisp one hundred dollar bill from his shiny gold money clip and tossed it towards the check. "Will you need change, sir," asked the long haired waiter. "Yes please." "I'll be right back," the server offered. Marlene, Larry's wife of 21 years, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I need to use the ladies' room. I'll meet you at the car." "Alright." Larry watched her disappear around the corner and then scoured the room for big-eyed cutie that had been kindly catering to his every need during the meal. He loosened his tie and unhooked the top button of his Oxford shirt. He was anxious to get out his stuffy clothing. After enduring a musical and expensive dinner with his other half, he wanted nothing more than to go home, change clothes, and then crawl into bed with his girlfriend for a night of steamy sex. But, that would not be the case. Candi was out of town visiting family and would not be back for another week. Instead, he planned to sit on the toilet and jerk off before hitting the sack. The waiter returned with his $6.92 worth of change. His wife was determined to get as much of his recent lottery scratch-off winnings as she could. Good thing he told her he won only half as much as he really did. Larry slid a fifty into his hands and said, "Thanks, son." "Thank you, sir. Can I get you anything else?" "I wish," he sighed. "What do you need?" 'My girlfriend." "I'm sure she'll be right back." "That's my wife. Not my girlfriend," he laughed. "I'm very sorry, sir." "Don't be," he said. "What was your name again?" "Dillon." "Alright Dillon. See you later." The silence was deafening on the drive home. After pulling into the driveway, Larry realized aloud that he had forgotten his jacket at the restaurant. "Call them so they can hold it for you." "Yeah, I'm gonna call, but I need to get it tonight." "Why?" "I have like nine hundred bucks in the pocket." "Oh, well go pick it up," she said already scheming of ways to spend that money too. "I gotta pee. Then I'll call." Larry pressed in the number for Blair's on Greenview and waited for an answer. When prompted, he asked to speak with Dillon. "This is Dillon." "Hi! You just waited on me and my wife. I left you a $50 tip." "Yes sir! Attractive couple." "Damn skippy," he laughed. "I left my sport coat up there." "Oh yes sir. I put it in my locker for safe keeping." "I need to come back up there and get it." "I'm leaving in a few minutes. You could meet me at the bus stop on 12th & Parker." "Alright, see you soon." Larry sped off into the evening towards downtown. The waiter's lengthy blond tresses blew with the wind as he waited for the bus to arrive. It was slightly chilly outside, but he wore no jacket. Larry pulled over and yelled out the window, "Not cold are you?" "Nah," Dillon offered with a devilish grin walking towards the shiny champagne Cadillac. "Here's your coat, sir." "Thanks! How long till the bus gets here?" "About 10 minutes." "Damn! Why don't your roommates pick you up so you don't have to wait?" "I don't have roomies," Dillon laughed. "Well, hop in and I'll give you a ride." "Seriously," he asked in shock. "Yeah. I got nothing but time. Tell me where you stay." Dillon opened the door and settled into the plush leather seat. He placed his messenger bag on the floorboard. "Nice car," he mused. "Thanks! Want me to turn on the seat heater?" "That'd be great!" Then said softly, "I need my buns warmed." "I can handle that. And, I don't mean no seat heater," Larry informed his passenger. "Is that so," Dillon inquired. "Yeah. You heard me." Dillon leaned over towards Larry and asked, "So, you like boys?" "Sometimes. They gotta be real fem though." "Am I fem enough?" "You in my car ain't you?" "I guess that's a yes. So, how did you get into boys," Dillon asked as he grabbed Larry's dick to see how much meat he was packing. "I got locked up for like 18 months. Went about 5 months with no pussy, then I couldn't resist no longer. There was so many fags runnin' around in there tryin' to get fucked. So I banged one and kept going back. You think you can handle this 8," he questioned while the boy stroked his throbbing cock. "Better believe it, Daddy," Dillon replied. "Turn in here." The Caddy came to a stop in the parking lot of the Arbor Manor apartment complex. Larry got out carrying a small paper sack with him. Entering the efficiency unit, Dillon offered his stocky visitor a seat on the futon. "Would you like something to drink?" "Just a glass and some ice," Larry replied pulling a bottle of Hennessy from the brown bag. Dillon obliged and then excused himself for a few moments. He exited the bathroom wear a short hot pink satin bathrobe and matching bikini cut panties. He sprayed a waft of Japanese cherry blossom body spray into the air and twirled his five-foot-ten-inch body through it. "Damn, you look just like a li'l bitch," Larry commented. "Bring that pretty white ass over here, boy." Dillon sashayed over to his waiting lover. "What you waitin' for? Get on this dick!" Dillon unbuckled Larry's belt and his slacks fell to the floor. Larry's 8-inch cock was pitching a tent in the royal blue silk boxers. Dillon carefully slid them off of Larry's caramel skin and out popped a dick that had the width of a coke can and a downward curve. His legs and butt were thick and taut. Dillon kissed Larry's right leg from the inner thigh down to the ankle. Then he worked his way back up the left leg. "Oh, you wanna do some sensual shit, faggot?" "I just want you to enjoy it. Trust me; I want you to fuck me hard." "Oh, I'm gonna do that. Come on and suck it." Dillon opened his mouth wide and stuck out his pink tongue. He licked the pointy dark brown head of Larry's tool. As he slid down the first inch of the thick member, he savored the salty taste of Larry's precum. With each additional inch, Dillon massaged Larry's low hanging balls. Larry continued sipping on his whiskey while he ran his free hand through the cocksucker's hair. He gathered it into his fist and pushed the boy all the way onto his dick. He heard the muffled sound of Dillon choking as he felt the back of the pixie's throat. "Suck that black dick, boy!" Dillon braced for the face-fucking he was due by putting both hands on Larry's firm butt. He pulled Larry into him and slobber ran out of his mouth. Larry began pumping slowly. He pulled out only an inch and worked it back in for several strokes. Then, he took half of his aching cock out of the boy's mouth and thrust it back in with great force. Dillon's screams were muted. After furiously raping Dillon's mouth, Larry was ready to fuck. "Where's the bed, baby?" "Right here," Dillon answered as he pressed down turning the futon into a flat surface. "Take this robe off, bitch!" "Yes sir," he whimpered as he removed the robe and began to slide of his panties. "Hold on, muthafucka. Leave them panties on. I don't wanna see no dick while we fuckin'." Dillon paused, "Then how will you fuck me?" "Turn your ass around." Dillon did as commanded. Larry picked up his pants and took out his switchblade. Dillon watched his Daddy carefully. "Don't worry boy, I ain't gonna hurt you." He sprung it open and sliced into the hot pink panties. He folded it up and tossed it back. "Get on all fours." Dillon crawled onto the futon and wiggled his lily white ass around. He fetched a bottle of cocoa butter from the floor and squeezed some onto his hand. He rubbed it on his hot hole and then inserted his fingers to get himself ready for the large cock. "There's some condoms in my bag." "Naw muthafucka! We goin' raw tonight. You ain't got nothin' do you?" "No sir." "Alright, gimme that lotion." After getting his dick good and slippery, Larry put the tip of his dickhead at the entrance to Dillon's butt-pussy. "That hole is warm," he delighted. Larry ripped the opening he'd made earlier and his cock pushed inside of the tight anus and the heat made his body quiver. "Fits a like goddamn glove baby," he remarked while inching his member deeper into the sissy. Dillon squirmed. "Hold still. Relax." Dillon stopped moving and let his mind wander to thoughts of taking Larry's cock all night long with no pain whatsoever. He felt the big black cock make it all the way inside his pink hole. "Oh yes, Daddy! That feels so good." "You ain't even got nothin' it," Larry laughed "Oh wow," he moaned. Larry swayed his hips back and forth to get Dillon used to his girth. "You ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes sir," squealed the slut. Larry pulled out slightly and then a little more until only the head of cock remained. He reached down in front of Dillon and put his hands on the panties so he could feel the small wiry white cock it hid. He began massaging. Dillon screeched with pleasure. As soon as Larry heard the faggot scream, he shoved his massive tool back inside. Dillon shot up, but Larry expected this and pushed the sissy face down into the bed. "Face down. Ass up. Don't move muthafucka!" Dillon laid there in pleasured discomfort as the substantial member impaled his behind. Back and forth in full strokes, he wasn't sure if his hole would ever recover. Larry began spanking Dillon's panty-clad bottom as he worked himself in and out. "That's some good hole, boy. It's opening up now." "Oh yes, sir." "You like Daddy's dick in that hole?" "I love it." "You love it, faggot?" "Oh I love big black raw dick in my ass." "Shit, this ass feels good." "Fuck that white boypussy." Larry flipped Dillon onto his side and continued fucking the hole. "That ass is wet as fuck. Just like a pussy." "It's your pussy tonight." "Hell yeah boy." Dillon moaned and threw his ass to meet each of Larry's cock strokes. "I'm gon' fuck you on yo' back now." "Ooh yessss!" "I'm 'bout to dig this faggot pussy out, boy." "Oh Daddy!" With Dillon's legs on his shoulders, Larry arched his back and began slamming full force into the now open rectum. His hefty balls slapped the Dillon's lower back as his dick pummeled the fairy's asshole. Larry's forehead dripped sweat onto Dillon as he looked up at his black god with his ice blue eyes. Larry groaned, "Fuckin' you just like in prison, bitch!" "Oh god," Dillon moaned. "This is why I'm gay." "Shit, this some good hole. I'm gon' have to put two loads up in you." "Breed me Daddy!" Larry continued pounding and sweating. Dillon purred. Then, he felt Dillon's body tighten and tense up. Dillon shouted. "I'm cumming." Larry kept pumping as Dillon's juices flooded the panties and a syrupy goo flowed from his worn out pussy hole. "You cummin' out yo' ass, boy! This is so fuckin' hot!" Larry thrust his cock three more times until a look of utter surprise overtook his face. He grunted and convulsed. His balls tinged and made his cock erupt with a giant load of cum. He planted his seed far into the depths of Dillon's anus. He collapsed and exhaled in relief. Dillon got up to retrieve a washcloth so he could clean up his spent lover. As he wiped Larry's balls with warm wet towel, Larry remarked, "You one hot little bitch, I might have to make this pussy mine on a regular basis." Dillon smiled and finished cleaning off his new Daddy. Jackpot For any straight man who occasionally visits websites like Chat Roulette or Omegle, there are two things you hope you're going to see but know, in your heart of hearts, that you're almost never going to happen across: a willing woman or an exhibitionist couple. But that doesn't stop thousands of people clicking and clicking and clicking through with hope and anticipation before settling for something a little less interactive. The first Chat Roulette jackpot is a woman willing to show herself off and play while you do the same. I have encountered such a woman once, and was so surprised that I messed it up. It was a slow Friday evening and - being far from my partner and horny - I thought I'd fire up the browser in search of a remote connection. After clicking through what seemed like a thousand hard cocks being stroked by men in the same boat as me, finally there was a woman. Head not visible, as is common, body wrapped in a clean white fluffy towel and, it seemed, little else. I stared for a moment, barely believing I'd hit on a real, live woman before finding my brain and typing 'Hi' into the little chat box. She wasn't interested in small talk. She wrote: "Show me your cock." With no hesitation, I pulled my dick from my boxer shorts and began stroking it. "Mmmmm. Looks lovely," she wrote and started to unhitch the top the towel to reveal her breasts and, I hoped the rest of her body. With one hand on my cock, I leaned down to hit the full screen button with my mouse and, on accident, clicked the button which rerolled the Roulette wheel and connected me to someone enthusiastically splashing semen onto his own stomach. From this encounter, I realised that among the mass of exhibitionist wankers, there were women out there willing to expose themselves (and in my own experiences with my partner, that there are couples willing to perform, but more of that in another tale), and it only took dedication and perseverance to find them. One in a thousand is enough of a chance to keep you coming back. The other jackpot happened last night, and is the reason I decided to write this down. This time it was a service similar to Chat Roulette, but the method is the same. You go to a website, hit Chat or Connect, enable your webcam and begin the process of clicking through all the cocks in the hope of finding something interesting to watch as your once stiff dick wilts slowly towards boredom and you give up and find some standard porn to jerk off to. I was getting to this point when the screen was filled with the edge of a mattress, a sheet and the outstretched body of a naked man. Draped over the chest of this man was what could only be a woman's leg. The man's leg were spread a little and I could see small movements of a hand going on in the region of his bollocks. As the hand move, the body dominating the screen responded with small jerking movements. He turned onto his side exposing his arse to the camera. As his legs split again, allowing his partner better access to his testicles and perineum, I could see her face. Eyes heavy lidded and lips parted in ecstasy. The man was leaning forward and I imagined his tongue slipping into her sopping wet cunt, twirling around her clit and nibbling her labia, each action pushing her closer to an orgasm. Through the gap in his legs, the woman came forward, pulling his cock towards her and opening her mouth to take it in. By now my own cock was straining at my underwear and I released it, fearing that I would come too quickly to really enjoy the spectacle going on within the window onto their bedroom. She sucked slowly, stopping regularly to concentrate on swirling her tongue around the head of his swollen cock and occasionally licking his balls. Most of the time her eyes were either closed or looking up towards the face of the man she was sucking, but on one or two occasions it felt like she looked directly at me, acknowledging my presence in their lovemaking, and maybe even enjoying the effects of her attentions on my cock. Too soon, she pulled away, the man rolled onto his back and she climbed on top of him. He had turned very slightly towards me, and when his hand reached down to guide his penis into her I could see her lips stretch wide to accept it. She started slowly moving up and down his thick cock, the juices from her cunt glistening on his skin, her pussy lips flexing in and out as they fucked. As the screen was filled with the silent vision of this couple making love for their own pleasure and mine, I began to feel the familiar sensation in my balls. I began to stroke faster as the couple also began fucking harder. I was transfixed on the screen, and took my eyes away onto to direct the thick ribbon of semen into my waiting hand, my toes curling in the pleasure of my orgasm. While I had finished, they had not, and so I decided to switch off and give someone else the chance to hit the jackpot. Before signing off, I typed 'Thanks' closed down the browser and went to clean up. Jackpot Lick-Her The bell on the glass door to the liqueur store began to jingle the moment I entered. You turned your head slightly to see who was walking in, the surprise in your eyes was worth the early flight. I tilted my head, smiling wickedly while meeting your gaze. Then pretending I was just another customer turning down the isle searching for items. I knew your mind must be racing all the while watching me from behind the counter, your eyes following the figure with the light, silky soft flowing red coat covering just above the knees. Showing the slightest hint of legs and adorned by red 4 inch heels, slowly walking up and down the isles. I knew you wanted to rush to me but a customer kept you from leaving the register, I could feel your frustration from across the store, giggling to myself; "This is perfect." Glancing over my shoulder I see you fidgeting, talking with your customer, your eyes darting, looking in the direction you last saw me then back to the customer. Waiting for you to scope my location, licking my lips, inhaling deeply; my right hand unties the front of my coat allowing it to fall open. Leaning against a shelf, a bottle of wine in my hand, your eyes focus upon me. I can visually see you shiver with delight. Your eyes scan my entire body, I can see your cheeks flush as you realize I am almost naked, save for a lacy red bra and red lace panties. My tongue rolling over my bottom lip as i bring the chilled bottle of wine between my breasts, rubbing the bottle between them seductively. You catch your breath, almost forgetting about your customer, I can see the fight within you and it makes me tingle knowing that. Clearing your throat turning to your customer and answering their questions, you begin to ring them up, which seems to take forever, one item after another. Walking up the isle more, allowing myself to come to the end of the isle, several feet from you give or take. My robe still open, only you aware of my display. I stop and mock read some product on the shelf while dragging the cool bottle of wine down my belly, down further, letting it grace against my lacy red panties. Rubbing slowly my hips instinctively move as my eyes penetrate yours, my smile so wicked you automatically squirm from behind the counter and little tiny beads of sweat are forming on your forehead. Your customer gives you a funny look and you try to compose yourself but it doesn't really work. Letting a chuckle escape my lips I send you a wink before turning my back to you, Seeming preoccupied in my shopping I hear you tell your customer to enjoy the night, followed by their footsteps and the ringing of the door bell. I turn around to see you almost around the counter before I stop you from moving any further, holding my hand up to you and my other hand up to my mouth, fingers on my lips in a, "shhhhhing" sign. Sauntering over to you, my body purposely brushing up against you, silk and lace assaulting your bare arm and across your cheek as my hand caresses your face. Looking around knowing the store is empty now, pushing you up against the counter my lips press against yours. Moist wet lips hungering for a taste, moans escape quickly with each taste. Tongues mingling wildly, I can hear you mumbling how much you have missed me through your kisses, your sweet nothings wrapping 'round my whole being and setting it on fire. My hand wandering down your chest, rubbing, slipping underneath, caressing the flesh, fingertips twining between hair then grazing a nipple. My kisses have now progressed down your neck, tiny nips followed by wet licks. Seconds before I could rip your shirt open we hear the jingle of the doorbell, in that instant I knelt down below the counter. You walked over to where the register was trying to act like you weren't just about to get laid. Crawling quietly to where you are standing, smiling and teasing you fiercely with my eyes as I kneel directly in front of you behind the counter. As you stand there waiting for your customer to finsih their shopping, my hand begins to trail up your thigh. You look down at me pleadingly but I ignore you and proceed. Finger tips reach the bottom of your scrotum, automatically I mock cupping your balls and squeeze softly before letting them slowly trail up your now twitching shaft through the material of your pants until I reach your zipper. The bell jingled again and now you have 3 or 4 people inside browsing around, your eyes wide with shock and surprise, amazed that you are in this situation as you hear your zipper slowly unzipping. Stunned, you're frozen in your spot not quite believing I am here doing this to you. Although the minute my hand reached inside your pants, gripping your now throbbing hard cock you are ever so painfully aware that I am indeed here. I see you stiffen more not only your cock but your whole body the moment my hand squeezed your shaft, also in that same instant one of your customers came to the counter to check out. You start to make idle chit chat while ringing up his items and in that moment I decided that my tongue needed to taste the oozing dripping pre-cum from your cock head. The moment the tip of my tongue hit the soft pink oozing flesh of your head you jumped slightly, clearing your throat once more, babbling some comment about the ac making it cold inside to the customer, while sharing an awkward chuckle. My finger tips slowly massaging your shaft, feeling it's thickness in my grip, my mouth so close to your cock head you can feel my hot breath whisping around it, caressing it seductively and your whole being begins to ache with desire. Your voice becomes strained and I know your face is completely flushed now. Moist lips wrap around your cock head, tongue sweeping once more over the oozing juices, moaning ever so softly my pleasure in tasting what you have to offer while sucking just the tip into my mouth. My moans of pleasure vibrating against the head causing you to grip the counter top for support. Catching your breath and waving goodbye to the customer as he walked out the door. My hand dropping down to your balls, giving them equal attention as I slowly bring your shaft further into my mouth, bobbing back and forth torturously slow, your knuckles turning white from gripping the counter top so tightly as the next two customers come to the counter. They're a couple out enjoying the evening who seemed to have had a great time. My tongue swirling down the length of your shaft, getting to know it intimately once more. Searching every throbbing vein, memorizing it, teasing it relentlessly before moving on to the next one. I can feel you ever so carefully trying to thrust your hips, frantically trying to push your cock into my mouth even more without being noticed. Teasingly I let your cock slip out of my mouth, pausing, I hear your deep sigh and gasping breath before my mouth captures your balls, sucking them all the way into my mouth. Playfully my tongue licks and lashes your balls as my teeth tenderly pull flesh then suck some more before taking your cock back into my mouth. The couple is rambling on and on to you about their evening, I can hear you say, "Uhhh....Huhhhh....Oooooh....Huhhhh." with more of a sensual tone than anything else, lucky for you they didn't catch it, ohhh but I sure did. They wished you a good evening and out the door they went. Only one customer left in the store on their way to the counter from the back of the store. My other hand had slipped between my panties, fingers dipping into my wetness as you bent down to plead with me to stop until the last customer left. As you opened your mouth my fingers brushes against your tongue pushing them inside, making you suck them, just as you heard footsteps approaching the counter. Abruptly you stood up straight again, or at least from the waist up because I had your legs well spread open as to get all of your cock into my mouth. Going at a steady pace now as my lips graze the outside of your shaft, going up and down the length repeatedly. The tip of your cock head hitting the back of my mouth, tilting my head, slowly allowing the tip to slip down inside my throat, pausing momentarily for gag reflex to pass, without ever making an audible noise your cock head slides down the tight canal. But the sound that escaped your throat was something else, I can only imagine the look on your customers face at that moment. Instantly my throat constricts around your throbbing cock, squeezing it ever so tightly as I continue to bob back and forth moaning my pleasure in my throat and speeding up the pace. By now your hips are automatically thrusting in my face, wet balls slapping my chin, I can hear you fumbling at the counter but all I care about is your cum shooting down my throat and I want it now. My hand jerks on your ball sack, pulling and tugging gently, then a little rougher before massaging it and repeating this while slamming your whole thick throbbing cock down my throat. The moment the jingle from the door rang and customer walked out your whole body began to quake and convulse wildly, balls tighening and the first stream of your hot cum shot straight down my throat. My fingernails digging into your ass, pulling your cock into me even more as the second and third shots jettsoned down as well. Swallowing as fast as I can to keep up, the juices of your froth started spilling out the corners of my mouth as your cock twitched out the last of it's seed. Leaning over the counter, your voice shaken, I hear you saying, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh My God!" Your legs trembling, almost buckling to keep you steady while I lap up the last of your juices. Giving you a moment to recover as well as myself before I slip my fingers back into my drenched wetness as you help me stand up. Looking you in the eyes and smiling lustfully, rubbing my fingers onto your lips then into your mouth for a taste, letting you suck them briefly. Then brushing my lips upon yours, tongue searching entrance to your mouth, kissing you deeply, moaning my desire. "You ready to close up and cum home?"